I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

The blues ain't nothing but a good man feelin' bad.

It can even be a single note which defines the entire song.

The silence between the notes is the good part for me. I find that to be a very important part of music that is often lacking.

I extract what I consider the best material from different sources. But often the material I perform comes from a very strange location in history, which are minstrel shows.

What I do and what I record only work for the moment.